"My life was in the instrument, as brittle as the glass.

I have--" He could say no more.

Jennie went swiftly downstairs to the office of a physician, on the first floor, which she had noticed as she came up.
The medical man, who knew of the philosopher, but was not personally acquainted with him, for the Professor had few friends, went up the steps three at a time, and Jennie followed him more slowly.

He met the girl at the door of the attic.
"It is useless," he said.

"Professor Seigfried is dead; and it is my belief that in his taking away Austria has lost her greatest scientist." "I am sure of it," answered the girl, with trembling voice; "but perhaps after all it is for the best." "I doubt that," said the doctor.